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[time_for_lynn]

On an ordinary weekend afternoon, an unexpected guest sat on Vito's couch, flipping channels on his television and looking pretty unhappy with the world.

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[vito_the_mook]

Vito wandered out of his bedroom in a robe, yawning and making coffee while running on barely-awake autopilot. About halfway through the process, Vito stopped, turned his head, and stared at the back of the girl's head.

"Umm ... Lynn, is that you?"

[time_for_lynn]

"Uh-huh. Why don't you have any good channels?" she asked, before taking a bite of the cereal she'd made.

[vito_the_mook]

"I have fantastic channels. History, Food, Home and Garden TV, True Crime ... you name it, I got it. How'd you get in?" Vito had a hard-long row of locks on his front door, to the point where it would be easier to just knock the door down than to bypass the locks themselves. Even if he'd missed a few, several of them locked automatically.

[time_for_lynn]

"Do you have HBO?" She asked, unimpressed. "My Mom let me in. She's busy and wanted me to be safe."